[JASMINE – POV]
I should've known it was too good to last.
Just as I was settling into the chaos of being Lucas's maybe-girlfriend, she appeared.
Tall. Blonde. Smelled like expensive perfume and entitlement.
"Hey, babe," she purred, sliding beside Lucas at his locker like she belonged there. "Miss me?"
Lucas stiffened. My stomach flipped.
He didn't answer right away. Just looked at me—like he was torn. Like he hadn't expected her either.
"This is Jasmine," he finally said.
The girl turned to me, all fake smiles and subtle shade. "Oh. The Jasmine. I've heard… things."
I smiled back, sweet as poison. "Funny, I haven't heard anything about you."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'm Rachel. His ex. And trust me, we have history."
I wanted to slap her perfect smile off her face.
But instead, I walked away.
Let her think she won.
[LUCAS – POV]
Rachel showing up was like a ghost from a past I didn't even want anymore.
Yes, we dated. No, it didn't end well.
And yes, I should've warned Jasmine.
But I froze. Watching Rachel dig her claws back in reminded me why I walked away in the first place.
And watching Jasmine walk off without a word?
That hurt worse than I thought it would.